She opened her mouth in delight, surprised that such a small thing was able to change her day so easily. It was beautiful, the way that small things were able to impact people in enormous ways.
I was delighted when I saw that he had emailed me once more. I wait in anticipation for his messages each morning as i wake up and I instantly read them with utter amusement and curiousity. I often wonder what he is doing when he isnt emailing me… if he is watching tennis or smoking weed or so drunk that he cant even open his laptop to contact me. I think of him as my imaginary boyfriend and I’m not ashamed to admit that.
Angelica
“It has been a delight sir”, movement came from the window shades. Albert plowed right through the rest of his speech. A dead bug lie in the spider’s web. No more tales would he tell.
The child was pretty, but her delight in the world around her was even more captivating. He often saw her with her head thrown back, eyes shut and arms outstretched, breathing in the morning air as if its smell held all the rich promise of the day ahead.
Faeries are seen not by the eyes but through the heart.
Thumper Devotchka
she was a delight to watch play in the sand. my daughter. how did i get so lucky? i bet my mother is watching the same scene and thinking the same thing. she didn’t think grandchildren were in her future. yay for foreign adoption.
l
Delight. Great joy. I life live with intention. Find your passion. Move throw the woods. Don’t forget the trees. Delight. Great joy.
Justin Dernison
To my delight, the sun was streaming through the windows. A pile of ash smoked on the floor. My trap had worked; no more vampire!
Stephanie
turkish delight, tasty,sugar and i hate it little bit squishy or soft. could be a good behind the turjish coffee
ezgi
“Please try our healthy choice butter spread, Delight. It has 0% tans-fats and is made from 100% pure ingredients. Butter your bread with Delight!”
It’s always a delight seeing someone new
It’s also a delight meeting up with old friends
But It’s not a delight when we part with them
It felt like someone punching a hole in our heart
it’s when i can see him in the autumn afternoon light, just across the street. he doesn’t glance at someone beside me, or avert his stare awkwardly to the sky. no, it is me who he sees this time. he smiles; i grin in return. finally, here it is. i am no longer a grey area to him. he’s found his rose coloured glasses and now can see the girl who has loved him ever since, ever presently, and ever more. this is my delight.
eloise
in between the cracks and
the bleached white tiles,
past all the messy bits
of me
of you,
spilt half across
our shampoos and
razor headed mirrors
fogged up by
the broken shower handle
that only ever managed
to burn
to scold
to seesaw between ends,
I’ll hold you to my chest.
It’s in times like these
I want to bury you to my chest
crush
all your bones and
cloak your huddled
mind in
my arms.
I hold you,
in between the whens and wheres
puked up guts
the full hearted attempts
your vacant hands always fail at.
I hold you,
with a fading delight
that you failed
once
twice
and even
a thrice.
Amaris
What a delight my beloved is to me. Every form of contact with him brings me joy untold. Without him my life would be duller, plainer more subdued.
delight, its what i feel when i look in her eyes,
its more than a high, beyond sublime,
its not just a buzz, but feeling of nirvana,
she’s not only beautiful, but all i’ve ever wanted.
A strange delight, taking joy from the suffering of others. Common enough to have a word for it. Sadism. Something I thought I could never understand, could never take a part of. How naive I once was. Even I have a dark resentful place in my heart, a place that takes pleasure in the suffering of others, of making them endure the same pains I have. I just didn’t know it at first.
She delighted in the thought of sleeping at last, and yet, when she finally escaped responsibility and retreated to her room, she discovered an unwelcome infestation: two friends had taken it upon themselves to test her clean sheets in a way that could only be called a christening. Too tired to care, she shooed them like cats, emptying a vase upon them before curling up to sleep atop the comforter, mildly wet, mildly miserable, but more than exhausted enough to sleep.
I couldn’t be happier to buy myself tons of things. With the money I saved on the sale I could have paid off much of my debt. Instead I dig myself deeper because pretty things distract. Isn’t that why older men fuck younger things? To keep their minds off their impending doom with dirty orgasms in cheap hotel rooms?
delight….there was a friend in my class back when i was in school. i used to call her mango delight. don’t know but this is the only thing i can think of with this words.
Shilpa
With the wind racing, my heart pounding, we make it across the finish line, Delight and I. We won…
Taylor
I feel delighted to talk to interesting people and about beautiful things in life. This delight has made me feel very comfortable with myself, at times. Because, it gives me the chance to be acknowledged about all the beautiful and interesting things I share this world with. This is my delight!
Jwala
The feeling coursed over me, like the wind. Softly and sweetly…Racing towards heaven. Delight….
Taylor
She is the queen of mixed messages. One moment, she’s positively clapping her hands in delight, the next she upturning furniture in the wake of her anger.
“Strawberry delight”. This was her favorite dessert. It wasn’t on the menu very often, but when it was…oh boy. Everyone who resided in the convalescent home seemed to be in brighter spirits.
Her squeals of delight pierce my ears
As she runs through the bluebonnets.
Her white dress flutters around her ankles in the wind,
And her azure eyes shame the sky, making it appear to be a dull bowl above our heads.
She runs forward,
Her wandering fingers with their plump wrists trailing through the flowers.
I chase my baby sister
Into the velvet waves
Of comforting petals
As the wind and clouds and sun
Guides us home.
What a word. what brings such a thing? summer. puppies. the feel of the ocean on a winters fresh day. warm lasagne. love of my man. crackle of the fire with red wine in hand. the deep growl of thunder. bacon and eggs on a sunday morning. laying in a park with the sun on your face. an uncontrollable belly laugh! Yep, that’s it. The belly laugh :)
The delight of freedom cannot be compared to any other pleasure. You make me want to clap my hands and sing at the top of my lungs, lest I explode from the joy.
Every ounce of blood in her veins cooled and froze with crystals of ecstasy as a wave of positive energy rushed upon her as they opened the door. She ventured through to portal to their future, purely delighted with their new home.
De-light. Darkness. Turn off thelights. Its nice an quiet now.
Ari
Delight is the feeling of letting go, knowing there’s nothing in the world you would rather do than what you are doing right at that instant. The feeling of being in his arms and no one else’s. There’s no ones arms you’d rather be in at this moment of pure bliss. The look on his face as he sees you running towards him after not seeing him for 163 days.
Kyra
It was devastating to her to think that her whole life so far had been stolen from her, but that feeling was tempered by the delight at finally finding her real mother, and her real self.
tonykeyesjapan
Delight was the simple taste of happiness in her eyes, in her features, on her tongue. It was hidden in the crinkles on the edges of her eyes. It was traced into her skin near her kind, warming smile. Delight had known this woman well. It had been good fri
Quinn
I will not delight you fancy for I have tried for months
take
take
take
you slurp my sweetness and turn me sour
engulfed by aspartame fakeness
my blood thins with reality
bitterness
I haven’t known her long, but her delight in the adrenaline rush is evident to anyone just looking at her – the tight grip of her hands around the railing as she peers down the slope with flushed cheeks and a self-sure grin. I open my mouth to say hello, to say anything – but then she’s off, and I’ve lost my chance. Sometimes I think of her, the image of a girl with bright orange hair and queer grey eyes.
She opened her mouth in delight, surprised that such a small thing was able to change her day so easily. It was beautiful, the way that small things were able to impact people in enormous ways.
I was delighted when I saw that he had emailed me once more. I wait in anticipation for his messages each morning as i wake up and I instantly read them with utter amusement and curiousity. I often wonder what he is doing when he isnt emailing me… if he is watching tennis or smoking weed or so drunk that he cant even open his laptop to contact me. I think of him as my imaginary boyfriend and I’m not ashamed to admit that.
“It has been a delight sir”, movement came from the window shades. Albert plowed right through the rest of his speech. A dead bug lie in the spider’s web. No more tales would he tell.
The child was pretty, but her delight in the world around her was even more captivating. He often saw her with her head thrown back, eyes shut and arms outstretched, breathing in the morning air as if its smell held all the rich promise of the day ahead.
Faeries are seen not by the eyes but through the heart.
she was a delight to watch play in the sand. my daughter. how did i get so lucky? i bet my mother is watching the same scene and thinking the same thing. she didn’t think grandchildren were in her future. yay for foreign adoption.
Delight. Great joy. I life live with intention. Find your passion. Move throw the woods. Don’t forget the trees. Delight. Great joy.
To my delight, the sun was streaming through the windows. A pile of ash smoked on the floor. My trap had worked; no more vampire!
turkish delight, tasty,sugar and i hate it little bit squishy or soft. could be a good behind the turjish coffee
“Please try our healthy choice butter spread, Delight. It has 0% tans-fats and is made from 100% pure ingredients. Butter your bread with Delight!”
It’s always a delight seeing someone new
It’s also a delight meeting up with old friends
But It’s not a delight when we part with them
It felt like someone punching a hole in our heart
it’s when i can see him in the autumn afternoon light, just across the street. he doesn’t glance at someone beside me, or avert his stare awkwardly to the sky. no, it is me who he sees this time. he smiles; i grin in return. finally, here it is. i am no longer a grey area to him. he’s found his rose coloured glasses and now can see the girl who has loved him ever since, ever presently, and ever more. this is my delight.
in between the cracks and
the bleached white tiles,
past all the messy bits
of me
of you,
spilt half across
our shampoos and
razor headed mirrors
fogged up by
the broken shower handle
that only ever managed
to burn
to scold
to seesaw between ends,
I’ll hold you to my chest.
It’s in times like these
I want to bury you to my chest
crush
all your bones and
cloak your huddled
mind in
my arms.
I hold you,
in between the whens and wheres
puked up guts
the full hearted attempts
your vacant hands always fail at.
I hold you,
with a fading delight
that you failed
once
twice
and even
a thrice.
What a delight my beloved is to me. Every form of contact with him brings me joy untold. Without him my life would be duller, plainer more subdued.
asdf
delight, its what i feel when i look in her eyes,
its more than a high, beyond sublime,
its not just a buzz, but feeling of nirvana,
she’s not only beautiful, but all i’ve ever wanted.
A strange delight, taking joy from the suffering of others. Common enough to have a word for it. Sadism. Something I thought I could never understand, could never take a part of. How naive I once was. Even I have a dark resentful place in my heart, a place that takes pleasure in the suffering of others, of making them endure the same pains I have. I just didn’t know it at first.
She delighted in the thought of sleeping at last, and yet, when she finally escaped responsibility and retreated to her room, she discovered an unwelcome infestation: two friends had taken it upon themselves to test her clean sheets in a way that could only be called a christening. Too tired to care, she shooed them like cats, emptying a vase upon them before curling up to sleep atop the comforter, mildly wet, mildly miserable, but more than exhausted enough to sleep.
It was a great delight that Hank had opted to cook for dinner tonight.
I couldn’t be happier to buy myself tons of things. With the money I saved on the sale I could have paid off much of my debt. Instead I dig myself deeper because pretty things distract. Isn’t that why older men fuck younger things? To keep their minds off their impending doom with dirty orgasms in cheap hotel rooms?
delight….there was a friend in my class back when i was in school. i used to call her mango delight. don’t know but this is the only thing i can think of with this words.
With the wind racing, my heart pounding, we make it across the finish line, Delight and I. We won…
I feel delighted to talk to interesting people and about beautiful things in life. This delight has made me feel very comfortable with myself, at times. Because, it gives me the chance to be acknowledged about all the beautiful and interesting things I share this world with. This is my delight!
The feeling coursed over me, like the wind. Softly and sweetly…Racing towards heaven. Delight….
She is the queen of mixed messages. One moment, she’s positively clapping her hands in delight, the next she upturning furniture in the wake of her anger.
“Strawberry delight”. This was her favorite dessert. It wasn’t on the menu very often, but when it was…oh boy. Everyone who resided in the convalescent home seemed to be in brighter spirits.
Delight is when the sides of my mouth turn up as you brighten up my bad day.
De-light. A reminder that the lamplighter can blow it out.
De-light. Strange how a word expressing passion and happiness seems to nullify “light” emotions by name.
Or is it “da-light”? I see da light.
Her squeals of delight pierce my ears
As she runs through the bluebonnets.
Her white dress flutters around her ankles in the wind,
And her azure eyes shame the sky, making it appear to be a dull bowl above our heads.
She runs forward,
Her wandering fingers with their plump wrists trailing through the flowers.
I chase my baby sister
Into the velvet waves
Of comforting petals
As the wind and clouds and sun
Guides us home.
What a word. what brings such a thing? summer. puppies. the feel of the ocean on a winters fresh day. warm lasagne. love of my man. crackle of the fire with red wine in hand. the deep growl of thunder. bacon and eggs on a sunday morning. laying in a park with the sun on your face. an uncontrollable belly laugh! Yep, that’s it. The belly laugh :)
Tomorrow will be an absolute delight x
The delight of freedom cannot be compared to any other pleasure. You make me want to clap my hands and sing at the top of my lungs, lest I explode from the joy.
Every ounce of blood in her veins cooled and froze with crystals of ecstasy as a wave of positive energy rushed upon her as they opened the door. She ventured through to portal to their future, purely delighted with their new home.
De-light. Darkness. Turn off thelights. Its nice an quiet now.
Delight is the feeling of letting go, knowing there’s nothing in the world you would rather do than what you are doing right at that instant. The feeling of being in his arms and no one else’s. There’s no ones arms you’d rather be in at this moment of pure bliss. The look on his face as he sees you running towards him after not seeing him for 163 days.
It was devastating to her to think that her whole life so far had been stolen from her, but that feeling was tempered by the delight at finally finding her real mother, and her real self.
Delight was the simple taste of happiness in her eyes, in her features, on her tongue. It was hidden in the crinkles on the edges of her eyes. It was traced into her skin near her kind, warming smile. Delight had known this woman well. It had been good fri
I will not delight you fancy for I have tried for months
take
take
take
you slurp my sweetness and turn me sour
engulfed by aspartame fakeness
my blood thins with reality
bitterness
I haven’t known her long, but her delight in the adrenaline rush is evident to anyone just looking at her – the tight grip of her hands around the railing as she peers down the slope with flushed cheeks and a self-sure grin. I open my mouth to say hello, to say anything – but then she’s off, and I’ve lost my chance. Sometimes I think of her, the image of a girl with bright orange hair and queer grey eyes.